Perfectly Miserable

Perfectly Miserable.

Perfectly beautiful, she has perfect bones.

A voice with perfect pitch and tone

A smile of perfect beauty and grace

Smooth as silk, her perfect face

Perfect eyes that see the soul of a man

To impress her, he’ll do perfectly, all that he can

She has perfect hair and perfect skin

And she knows perfectly well how to sin

A neck that is perfectly elegant and fine

A perfect body, that is perfectly divine

Perfect from birth and perfectly aching

Perfectly miserable, her heart’s perfectly breaking.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

 

 

 

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